“Yes.”
“The body?”
“In his office.”
“All right. Listen to me very carefully, Zanetti. You have four hours to clean up your s**t, then take your woman and be gone by five. Do you understand?”
He’s letting us go?
“Do you understand, Zanetti?”
“Why?” I ask.
“You saved my wife’s life. Now, I’m gifting you yours, so we’re even. If I’ll ever see you in my city again, you’re dead.”
“We’ll be gone in four hours.”
“Good. Make sure you cover your tracks, because if anyone connects you to this f*****g mess, I’m giving my men the green light to come after both of you.”
He disconnects the call, leaving me no doubt he means it.
I set down my phone and stare at it while the wheels in my brain begin to spin. A minute later, I dial another number.
“I need another body,” I say as soo
